As some of you know, I am back at the pub, but I am only working 16 hours a week to pay my way through my teaching course, and I am working in the kitchen because I couldn't stand the thought of working behind the bar again. I have worked five shifts so far, and had no food sent back...until today.
They want my liver
The guy who was working the floor came into the kitchen with a plate of half eaten steak.
CW: Uhhh...customersruinmylife...is this steak?
Me: What do you mean? Of course it is steak.
CW: Oh...the customer is absolutely convinced it is liver.
Me: Huh? Well, I can tell you with absolute certainty that it is a steak. Do they want it cooking a little longer? Maybe it's a little too rare.
CW: I'll take it back.
About a minute later, he returned.
CW: The customer said "No, no, no! It is liver! It is definately liver! You have cooked me liver and tried to pass it off as steak."
Me: What?!?! Well you're going to have to send a manager over, because there is nothing I can do. It's a steak. It's the arse of a cow, not the liver of a cow.
CW: Do we even sell liver?
Me: No!
CW: Fine, I'll go send the manager over.
The manager walked into the kitchen.
M: Liver? How can anyone think that it's liver?
The manager took it back out, it never came back. But seriously, liver?? Since when did a medium rare 12oz steak look like a liver?
You go by my terms now
It was fifteen minutes before the kitchen closed, and I was all set to leave. I had one problem. A table had ordered desserts, and I was waiting for them to be ready for them. I turned to CW.
Me: CW, can you go to that table and ask if they're ready for their desserts?
CW: I should think so, they finished their mains ages ago. I'll just go check.
He came back.
CW: Nope. They're having an after dinner coffee, they're not ready.
Me: Right, well, keep an eye on them, because I finish in fifteen minutes.
Five minutes before I am due to leave...
Me: Right, CW, can you go "remind" the customer that the kitchen closes in five minutes. I need to get out of here right away to catch my bus.
CW returned again.
CW: They said they will have their desserts on "their terms and not yours"
Me:
I was so pissed off. Like I've got nothing better to do than wait around for them! I made the desserts and left them sitting on the shelf.
CW: They're not ready! The ice cream is going to melt!
Me: Oh look at that! *I point to the clock* The kitchen is closed, and I am no longer being paid. They go by my terms now.
I stormed out. As I walked out, a friend of mine was sat at a table and offered me a ride home, so I didn't have to wait for the bus. He was sat near the couple who had ordered desserts. CW took them out. They didn't look impressed, but didn't say anything to him.
They want my liver
The guy who was working the floor came into the kitchen with a plate of half eaten steak.
CW: Uhhh...customersruinmylife...is this steak?
Me: What do you mean? Of course it is steak.
CW: Oh...the customer is absolutely convinced it is liver.
Me: Huh? Well, I can tell you with absolute certainty that it is a steak. Do they want it cooking a little longer? Maybe it's a little too rare.
CW: I'll take it back.
About a minute later, he returned.
CW: The customer said "No, no, no! It is liver! It is definately liver! You have cooked me liver and tried to pass it off as steak."
Me: What?!?! Well you're going to have to send a manager over, because there is nothing I can do. It's a steak. It's the arse of a cow, not the liver of a cow.
CW: Do we even sell liver?
Me: No!
CW: Fine, I'll go send the manager over.
The manager walked into the kitchen.
M: Liver? How can anyone think that it's liver?
The manager took it back out, it never came back. But seriously, liver?? Since when did a medium rare 12oz steak look like a liver?
You go by my terms now
It was fifteen minutes before the kitchen closed, and I was all set to leave. I had one problem. A table had ordered desserts, and I was waiting for them to be ready for them. I turned to CW.
Me: CW, can you go to that table and ask if they're ready for their desserts?
CW: I should think so, they finished their mains ages ago. I'll just go check.
He came back.
CW: Nope. They're having an after dinner coffee, they're not ready.
Me: Right, well, keep an eye on them, because I finish in fifteen minutes.
Five minutes before I am due to leave...
Me: Right, CW, can you go "remind" the customer that the kitchen closes in five minutes. I need to get out of here right away to catch my bus.
CW returned again.
CW: They said they will have their desserts on "their terms and not yours"
Me:

I was so pissed off. Like I've got nothing better to do than wait around for them! I made the desserts and left them sitting on the shelf.
CW: They're not ready! The ice cream is going to melt!
Me: Oh look at that! *I point to the clock* The kitchen is closed, and I am no longer being paid. They go by my terms now.
I stormed out. As I walked out, a friend of mine was sat at a table and offered me a ride home, so I didn't have to wait for the bus. He was sat near the couple who had ordered desserts. CW took them out. They didn't look impressed, but didn't say anything to him.





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